For Blood

My beginning, her demise. 🦇💞

My hand hovers over her heat, slowly making its way up and down her now soaked inner thighs, already wet for me. I look into her deep greenish blue eyes, leaning down to kiss her but cutting it short as I embrace her, smiling at her peachy lips. "You like that?"

i manage to mumble as i slip a finger into her tight hole, a strangled moan escapes her mouth as she looks up at me with pleading eyes, her long straight blonde hair messy and tangled by now due to certain...previous events. She nods quickly- easing herself up and basically throwing herself into my touch. I stop suddenly- smiling wider at her pathetic attempts to get me to go faster. My long black hair goes every which way, i quickly get it out of the way, tying it back as i push her into the large bed, her hand

immediately goes to my cheek, gently rubbing and caressing my cheek bone and moving down to my neck, keeping it there as she pulls me back down for a dozen more kisses. This is what I worked for. This is why i do everything, for her. for her gentle lips, for her even gentler words. for her moans. I am the only one for her. Im the only one who will ever understand her. Im the only one who can understand her body. Me. I slowly kiss down her jaw, than down her neck. Attacking her soft spots with my tongue as she squirms under me. Soft whimpers escaping her mouth as she speaks, gently as ever. "Please....ple-please i need you."
I smile arrogantly as i move back up, hovering over her and looking into her eyes, her face sweaty, dried up mascara under her eyes, most of her makeup smudged by now. I ever so slowly move lower, kissing down her chest, dragging my tongue accross her stomach to her belly button, keeping eye contact as lust fills her eyes, almost overtaking them. I speak clearly, my tone dripping with need and dominance, "Tell me you love me. That you'll only ever love me. Then, and only then ill give you want you want and so much more, my love."
She smiles softly, opening her mouth to speak as i eagerly listen before I woke up.

A dream. Of course. I shake my head and rub my eyes as I slowly sit up. So close, yet so far. I stand up from my bed, turning to the small side table beside my bed, opening the top drawer and pulling out a picture, those greenish blue eyes and that long straight blonde hair making me smile. I drag my finger across the picture of her,
before placing the picture gently back into its place. Her breathtaking face leaving a mark in my brain, almost like a tattoo, one that I cherish deeply. I grin as I pull my baggy pants on, as well as my matching white shirt.

The bell rings as I exit homeroom, walking down the stairwell as I picture the dream I had last night, still clear as day. Running a hand through my long messy black hair, I cant help but smile to myself, her beauty always seems to have that effect on me. as well as her personality, i've seen the way she talks to her friends. Shes perfect. Funny, smart, on the honor roll. Definitely a promising woman in the future. In 2nd grade she had made art work close to the level of picasso, absolutely striking intellect. Her father works at a high end company, her moms a famous doctor. She's around 5'1, with her shoes on, 4'11 with them off. I wont lie I may have gotten a little obsessive. Just a little.

I've caught her looking at me in the past, if only she would come to her senses and talk to me, this would be so much easier. Although i have to admit i partially enjoy looking at her through her window every other day, sneaking around, i've memorized her entire schedule by now. I smile to myself again, something a good girlfriend would do of course. Shes lucky to have me- even if she doesn't know it. Oh how many times i have taken care of those who have questioned her. Those who have doubted her, she will never know. Why nobody picks on her is for me to know, and for her to never find out. Because i care about her. And only I ever will. I make my way down to the cafeteria, checking my phone, 8:00 am exactly. Impeccable timing, as always. I praise myself.

I walk over to the cafeteria, seeing her standing by the vending machine, putting a few quarters in the small slots as I nonchalantly position my books making it so they go far enough for her to pick them up less awkwardly when I drop them. I stare at her in the corner of my eye, my side view helping immensely as I observe her. Shes standing somewhat to the side, she looks to be in a good mood, tapping her foot excitedly. Just as I step close enough, someone steps between us, it catches me by suprise but not for the reasons you would expect. I figured this might have been a possibility being that shes semi- popular and all, but thats why I had planned this precisely on a day where all of her friends were busy, or already in class.

I walk away, stopping at the curve of the wall and pretending to look at some posters, observing them in my peripheral vision, Its a man, he has short brown hair, a small unprofessionally done tattoo on his left fore-arm, hes scrawny, taller than me by an inch. His face is arrogant- closed off. He smiles sweetly at her as I hear her soft voice, my heart swells. "Oh! My apologies...am i in the way?"

"no no, there is no need for apology, i was just wondering where pre calc was? i just arrived to this school and im awfully confused."
He smiled down at her as she looked around, smiling back politely before naming some directions. I dont listen, theres no point. I have no interest in where hes going i just want him to go away and leave her alone. I dont want to be angry. I dont know the person i turn into, hopefully she never will know. Its a side of me a woman, especially her, should never need to see. The urge for...I pause. It doesn't matter. The only air that matters is the inhale and exhale she constantly breaths in and out- the day i met her my fantasies only grew. Bigger and stronger. Gently and roughly. I have only dreamt of her since our fairytale worthy love story, one she'll soon come to feel.

My beginnings have never been greater, that is.

I had nearly just left my kingdom, trying to seek better things then life as a princess. It didn't come easy, no. I was running from my mother,
fleeing the country far far away.
The sun had just set softly into the sky, complimenting her features ever so heavily. her cyan eyes glimmering in the sunlight. Orangey- red setting on her skin with the bright light, seeming to cover her only, ignoring everything else. Like she was heaven sent. God- made. As if she had been made just for me and my eyes only. Then, my eyes glinted with dominance. I knew she was mine that day. I watched her closely, her steps graceful, not paying attention to the world around her as she seemed to be deep in thought. She seemed carefree, nodding politely as she passed by strangers, staring at the local town fountain, sitting aside it. I sit nearby, not that close, but close enough for her to be aware of my presence as long as she willed it. As long as she was just that involved in real time at the moment. In my mind, i repeated the same thing.

Notice me.
Notice me.
Notice me.

About a dozen times, my eyes closed as i concentrated on the soft but loud sounds of the water tossing and pouring, wind blew through us, i could feel my hair blowing every which way. just as i open my eyes, we made contact. I stare into her eyes, a confused expression took place on my face, being that i couldn't exactly tell what was in her eyes. Anger? No.
Sadness? maybe.

But happiness? that was one i couldn't see. The one i had fully expected to see. She tilted her head, a comforting and warm smile spreading across her beautiful face. Then i heard her voice, "Beautiful day, isnt it?"
I nodded quickly, "Yes. It is. Just as you are."
She observed my face, her eyes scanning me, most would have had a hint of judgement in their eyes, but her? No never. I searched and searched for negativity but i couldn't find it. No matter how far i looked- it would have been an endless sea of searching. I felt my heart beat quicken as i caught her gaze, not letting it go like i once had. Then i saw it,

Love.

That night, i had walked her home. Without her knowledge, of course. I followed a few feet behind to make sure she made it safely, Then, i retreated back to the shadows. Where i've always been all my life. Only now, i had known my purpose of living.

For her.

And only her.

Her demise.

Which is why I have to do this, Daphne. For you. I smile gently as I look down at the mans limp, bloodied body, His short brown hair leaving a certain familiarity. My eyes narrow on the small tattoo on his fore-arm, He frantically crawls away as he cries, "Do you still want directions?"
I ask as he screams and I raise my axe.

Next time, Ask someone else for directions.